There must be some kind of bedroom specifically filled by the sun--
Or for that matter a kind of non-noctural blooming plum--
A soapy-skin eggplant, and a daylight dead-eyed pea--
There must be a prescription for those beady reading glasses--
What if, keenly being so, as it passes,
The day has--too-- some kind
And glowing tune?
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